A/N: This originally started out as a small scene I dabbled in and thanks to the love you all showed it, it grew into this piece. I own nothing and mistakes are my own. Hope you enjoy and please drop a review.

Chapter One: Captain Stabler

It was a cool, autumn day when he first saw her. The day his entire world shifted on its axis and everything he'd ever known changed. He'd heard people talk about that moment before but never really believed in it. He hadn't experienced it with Kathy; it mustn't be real?

Or was it?

He remembers it like it was yesterday; truthfully, it was. Time stopped when he first laid eyes on her and he knew….he was hooked.

Elliot had noticed the timid, meek-looking, young, short brown-haired detective walking into his squad room early that morning but he didn't pay her a second glance, listening to what the detective beside him was relaying. It was a difficult case; a perp they'd been chasing for months. They couldn't lose focus now. It wasn't until he heard her voice that his attention was caught – the singsong tune of her voice asking for Captain Stabler; a melody he'd pay to hear played forever.

Olivia Benson scanned the room while she waited for the Captain to make himself known; taking stock of the lack of estrogen in the room. Not only was she having to prove herself as the newest member of the squad, but she was also the only female. She knew it wasn't going to be easy.

He'd turned around and puffed out his chest, an unconscious habit to expand his presence in any room he was in.

"Standing right here," he boomed.

He didn't deny how she jumped when he spoke; the brass in his tone starting her. He chuckled to himself as he took her in – he gave her a month, tops.

"Detective Olivia Benson," she said boldly as she offered her hand to him. The other ran up through her hair, sweeping the dark chestnut locks out of her eyes. As soon as he met her gaze, he was sunk. Immediately, he was a moth to her flame.

He'd taken her into his office for orientation, waving his hand to get her to follow him through the squad room. She sat down in the leather chair across from his desk, sinking down in the middle of it.

He couldn't help but notice that it matched the color of her eyes. Everything was about her now – the first observation of many to come. She would consume his soul, his entire being in only a matter of time.

"So…Miss Benson, what brings you to SVU?"

"Detective, not Miss," she corrected.

He smiled, already having a feeling he'd have his hands full with her – a firecracker among the other freshmen detectives on his squad.

"Detective Benson," he rephrased as he crossed his arms over his chest. He stroked his beard in thought as he studied her. "You didn't answer the question."

"I want to help people," she said simply.

She wasn't going to offer much; a tough shell to crack.

"Why SVU? There are plenty of other means to help people."

"Personal connection." She shrugged, settling her weight in the chair.

Silence hung between them as he let it go, not wanting to press the matter. She was being evasive for a reason. He made a mental note to get to know her over the next few weeks; find out why she wanted to work at SVU and uncover the heart and soul of Olivia Benson.

Three months. Three months was all it took.

It started out innocently enough; one too many stolen glances across the squad room and his office, unnecessary touching, extra paperwork and late nights…it was enough. Until it wasn't.

The first time they fell into bed, she told him it would be the last. She wasn't the fresh, young detective who advance in her career because she slept her way to the top. She was Olivia Benson; she had things to prove. She told him it was a mistake; nothing more.

History always repeats itself.

Elliot's feelings for her grew more each day; spreading like wildfire throughout his veins until it encompassed him wholly. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up, the last daydream he imagined at the end of the day. Yes, he'd been married but the divorce was finalized before she was settled into SVU. He'd been spending more time with her, taking her under his wing and showing her the ropes, training her to be the best detective he knew she could be.

Olivia walked into the Captain's office late one evening, long after everyone else had already left for the evening. She'd finally caught up on a pile of paperwork she'd avoided throughout a week of hard cases, long days, and stolen glances tying her to him.

"Here," she said softly, handing over a stack of files.

Elliot sat at his desk, engrossed in files of his own. He looked up at her; she was like coming up for fresh air. Even in the dimly-lit room, he could see her avoiding his gaze.

"You're not dismissed, detective," he said in a gravely tone, eyeing her carefully.

"All of my paperwork is caught up." Her eyes flickered to his and she held her gaze steady, unwavering in her stance.

Elliot closed the file in front of him and rubbed his eyes. They'd been out on a case that afternoon; he was getting more field work in since Cassidy and Jeffries had transferred out four months ago. He partnered himself with Olivia, seeing a spark in her and wanting to show her the ropes that only he could.

"You're angry with me," he observed.

"You going to write me up?" she chirped, arching an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He stared at her, the cockiness in her attitude making his dick twitch beneath his desk. "No," he laughed, "I'm not. But…if we're going to work together, I need you to be honest with me."

"Is that what we're calling this?" she asked, motioning between them.

"Well," he shrugged, "between these four walls, yes."

She laughed. "Fine." Olivia looked down at the floor and rubbed her foot at a pretend scuff on the tiles. "What you said earlier," she said, "in the park. About soulmates."

Elliot nodded, flashing back to the memory in his mind but not following what she was saying. "I'm listening…" he prodded.

"I'm not saying love is ever an excuse," she started, unfolding her arms and shaking her head. "But…soulmates come in all shapes and sizes and ages. It's not so far off-"

"That's what this is about?" he scoffed. "Soulmates? Come on, Olivia, I wouldn't have pegged you for the 'soulmate' kind of person." He held back his laughter; images of the naïve, whimsical woman he'd chalked her up to be dancing through his head.

"You said you wanted me to be honest with you," she snapped. "All I'm saying is that it's not so far off for her to think that he was her soulmate."

Silence hung between them as they stared at each other, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Are we done here?" she asked, looking for permission to be dismissed. She started to turn around, not waiting for his answer.

"Maybe you're not cut out for this after all."

She whipped around, eyes ablaze with anger as she stalked towards his desk, jamming her index finger down on it. "You're an ass," she spat, before she knew what she was saying. Internally, she cursed herself for direction such anger towards her superior, but he deserved it. "You know I deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. I can believe in soulmates and still be a good cop."

He got up and walked around his desk, closing in on her personal space and locking her between his body and the wood.

"Elliot," she whispered, her breaths quickening as he surrounded her, taking up her air. She'd gotten used to using his name and not his title when it was just the two of them and he couldn't deny that hearing his name on her lips was everything he'd ever wanted and more.

Before she knew it, his lips were crashing onto hers. She softened, falling into his kiss as she always did. They fit together perfectly – as if they had been created as one from the start, split down the middle when it came time to come to this Earth.

"What the hell was that?" she asked breathlessly as his lips left hers. Her eyes were wide, having just been told they were keeping this – whatever this was – them, away from the hallowed halls of the precinct.

"You drive me mad," he said huskily, kissing her forehead. "I love getting you all riled up. But I took it too far. I'm sorry. You belong here at SVU. You can be a good cop and believe in soulmates and fairytales." A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I never said fairytales," she interjected. "And you didn't answer the question." She jammed her index finger against his chest.

"I want you, Olivia."

"You have me." Her words were a whisper but to Elliot, they rang out loud and clear. She'd fallen fast and hard for him, against her better judgement.

Elliot smirked against her skin; something he wanted to taste forever. "If you hadn't noticed…we're the last two here."

"I thought you said we were keeping this away from here…for now."

"I think we can make an exception. Besides, there's a certain…thrill that comes with this." He separated from her and took a few strides across his office, locking his office door and pulling the blinds shut. He turned back to her. "But if you're uncomfortable, say the word and it stops right here. No consequences."

Olivia stared at him, no longer able to use her words.

"Need you to say something."

"Yes."

He closed her in between his arms against his desk, kissing her again. He was rough – taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but never crossing her lines. His hands found the bottom of her shirt and he yanked it over her head before removing his own. She assisted in removing her bra, tossing it across his office. Olivia moaned against his mouth before his lips trailed down her throat and towards her collarbone. His hands reached for the buttons on her slacks.

"Turn around," he commanded, breaking free from her; the fabric flowing to her feet. In one large movement, he swept his desk clean of the stack of files and paperwork that cluttered it, pens clanking to the floor with the flutter of papers. He reached for his belt buckle hastily as she turned around and leaned down against his desk.

How often he'd imagined this scenario; taking her in his Captain's office. He pushed his pants and boxers down; his erection springing free.

Olivia panted against the cool glass top of his desk, her breath fogging up the space next to her as she waited in anticipation.

Elliot stroked himself a few times, fingers running over his tip and swiping the bead of precum that had already appeared. He hooked an arm around her, pulling her closer to him and gripped her hip with his right hand.

"So beautiful," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He pressed his cock against her ass; she involuntarily moved her hips to grind against him, seeking the friction she so desperately wanted.

"Feel how hard you make me?" he whispered, lips trailing her ear. "Every day. Some days I can't even leave my office because I have a raging hard on because of you, you little temptress."

"Elliot," she whined, the throbbing in her core intensifying.

He lined himself up with her entrance and plunged deep inside of her, giving her no time to adjust to him. His thrusts were fast and frantic as he rammed into her.

"This what you wanted, Detective?" He wouldn't lie, he'd discovered his rank kink with her.

"God, yes." She kept her head on the desk but reached behind her for his hand, guiding it around her front to her clit. She rubbed herself with his fingers and her hips immediately bucked at the calloused pressure on her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Use your words, Olivia," he commanded, "tell me how I make you feel."

"So full," she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. "No one has ever filled me like you are right now." She bit her bottom lip.

Elliot smirked as he rammed into her again, feeling her start to flutter around his cock. "That's it," he murmured, "that's my girl. Just come, Liv."

She came fast and hard, clenching down around him, spurring his own undoing. He grunted and leaned forward on her back as he spilled inside of her, the sound of their fast, labored breathing filling the room.

He slid out of her as she reached for her clothes, feeling the remnants of him dripping down her thighs. He made quick work of assisting her clean up; slipping back into their clothes and putting his office back together.

"Your place or mine?" she asked, knowing the evening was long from over. He wasn't the "one and done" kind of man.

"Mine."

"Alright then. Goodnight, Captain Stabler." She ran a hand through her hair and nodded at him before turning on her heel and heading towards the door.

"You're dismissed, Detective Benson," Elliot said, tightening the knot on his tie.

Olivia smirked over her shoulder as she reached for the door handle before she was gone into the night.

The cases didn't get any easier as time went on but Olivia got used to it. This was what she'd signed up for; she wasn't backing down from a challenge. She and Captain Stabler were still doing field work most days, as the unit was chronically short-staffed. Most nights…well, they were doing a different kind of work.

"Let me drive you home," he'd said, after a particularly tough case that week.

Olivia had wanted to argue but he was trying; it felt nice to let someone take care of her for once, so she obliged.

The car ride to her apartment was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts about the week they'd had and the days that lay ahead. He pulled up to her apartment building and shut the car off, both of them sitting in silence for a few moments.

"Uh, thanks," she said, disoriented from her thoughts. She reached for the door handle and slowly exited the car.

"Welcome," he mumbled as he stroked his beard. He snapped out of his daze before she shut the door. "Blink your lights when you get inside."

"El, I'm a big girl."

"Just….please. I know you are, but….I worry."

"And if I don't? You'll sit out here all night, won't you?"

"You bet your ass I will," Elliot said, not fighting the grin that took over.

She laughed, averting her gaze to the sidewalk she stood on. "Goodnight, El."

He smiled as he watched her walk up the sidewalk and enter her building, settling into the driver's seat to time her trip upstairs to her apartment and see her lights blink. He waited a few minutes and stared at the window he knew to be hers, but watched as it stayed dark. He gave her a few more minutes, but still, no lights blinked.

Elliot yanked the keys out of the ignition and jammed them into his pocket as he climbed out of the car and sprinted towards her building, his heart pounding. He knew the layout well having visited her apartment more than a handful of times over the last few months and cursed the elevator for being so slow as he rode to the fourth floor. It dinged and the doors slid open; he jogged down the hallway, his eyes darting around for any sign of distress.

"Olivia," he said as he knocked on her apartment door.

Silence.

"OLIVIA!" he yelled, louder this time, balling his hand into a fist and pounding on her door.

It swung open in front of him and she smirked, standing there in a skimpy, silk negligée. "Captain Stabler," she scolded, "you're going to wake my neighbors."

"You didn't blink your lights," he said, his eyes darting past her, scanning her apartment for an intruder, completely missing the sight that stood before him.

"Captain Stabler," she repeated.

Elliot looked at her, his eyes widening as he took her in.

"Maybe I wanted to be followed." She reached for his tie and tugged on it, pulling him into her apartment.

Their lips met as she kicked the door shut behind them as he backed her against it, his hand twisting the deadbolt into place. He gripped her thighs and lifted her; her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

"Bedroom," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

He tightened his grip on her and spun them around, parading her through her apartment to her bedroom, knowing the night was only beginning.

Olivia's eyes fluttered open, lost in a dreamy haze as she gathered her bearings, coming down from the best orgasm of her life. Stars subsided from her vision and she lazily blinked her eyes, blissed out in pain and pleasure. Her ass stung from his hands, her body on fire just from his fingertips. Her legs were jello; she knew she would feel him tomorrow. She would gladly bear the Captain's markings to earn another night of bliss.

The bed shifted beside her, causing her to turn her head. She watched as he stood up, eyes trailing over the valley of muscles carved into his skin.

"Where are you going?" she asked quietly. For a moment she regretted it; cursing herself for sounding desperate. She sat up in the bed, tangled in the silk sheets around her.

"Be right back," he murmured, turning to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his beard scratching her smooth skin. She smiled, reminiscing how it felt between her legs.

He exited the room quietly, leaving her alone with her thoughts. It was then she recognized the dull ache in her head but the sharper one pulsating between her thighs. She missed him and he was just in the other room. Olivia rubbed her head, fluffing her hair in her hands. She had no idea what time it was but guessed it was early morning; the room was dimly-lit by the soft glow of her bedside table lamp.

Elliot entered the room again, two glasses in one hand, a bottle of water tucked under his left arm, and a bottle of wine in his right. He sat back down on his side of the mattress, setting the bottles down on the nightstand. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol before handing it to her.

"For your head," he said gently, rubbing the small of her back. He handed her the water bottle and watched intently as she opened the pill bottle, dumped two into her hand and threw them back, chasing them with the water.

"You really should eat more," he said, "keep your stamina up."

"I think my stamina is just fine," she said, countering his rebuttal. "It's you we should worry about."

He smirked, a chuckle escaping him. "Not enough for you?" he chirped.

She smiled, thinking of all the ways, and places, he'd taken her. His office, the crib, the interrogation rooms, her desk, the squad car, both of their apartments; it was a delicate dance they'd perfected over the last few months.

She knew he wanted more. Knew he wanted the big American dream - the doting wife, the house in the suburbs, the white picket fence, the two perfect children…but she was content with the game they were playing now. She'd live and die for moments that they stole; the thrill of living on borrowed time.

"Plenty, actually."

They settled in silence as he looked back at her; his soft yet piercing blue eyes meeting her golden brown ones. The ones that felt like coming home every time he looked into them.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, grazing his lips over hers. "Say the word and you'll have it."

"I want you," she whispered back, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. "Now." She tossed the water bottle to the floor as she climbed into his lap, straddling him as she pressed hungry and sloppy kisses to his neck.

"Olivia," he said, wiggling out of her reach. "I'm serious."

Her fingertips trailed a feather-light path down his chest as she bit her lip. "I want you," she repeated. "Us. This." She motioned between them. She looked back up at him. "But I also want you inside of me right," she leaned closer, breathing hot breaths over his mouth, "now."

He smirked against her skin and turned them in a swift movement. Her dark hair fanned out around her head on the silk pillowcase and God, she was beautiful.

"You know," he said as he lined himself up at her entrance. "I don't take orders from lower ranking officers." He thrust into her giving her no time to adjust to him. "But for you, I think I'll make an exception."

"Harder," she said as she arched into him.

"Is that an order, Detective?"

Olivia's eyes flew open, locking gazes with him. Her lips curled into a seductive smile before using her most innocent voice to say, "Yes, Captain."

Chapter 2: Captain Benson…TBA!